My precious canine friend, Django, is gone from us. I am heartbroken. I cannot believe I won't see him again, that he won't be bounding in the front door and heading for his water bowl in my kitchen. I love that dog; we had so many great moments together, he was such a joy. He lived a long and very good life, loved and cared for by his doting family (who are feeling his absence very deeply), but I'm still utterly heartbroken. I couldn't even look at his bowl this evening without dissolving into tears. He will be sorely missed. And the bowl will stay where it is until I'm ready to remove it.
